Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
the Association,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.